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Post by Abra on Jun 10, 2020 14:45:11 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves There was no hesitation leaning into the kiss. The rush of emotions his presence invoked was unmistakable, stoking a familiar fire in the pit of her stomach. Baron has been sorely missed, as was evident in the way she moved to stand before him, chasing the taste of him was as long as possible. The moment was, regretfully, short lived. "No plans," she answered softly, almost breathlessly as he guided her into the seat. It was frightening that he could have that effect on her with only a kiss, quieting her mind while sending her heart into overdrive.
Abra was a woman accustomed to the criminal underbelly where the worst of the worst made themselves known; murderers, thieves, gangsters and thugs. In quote moments like this one she greatly appreciated that Baron was not like that. He was different from other men she had dated and it was welcomed. He was stubborn and strong-willed, not letting her walk all over him but he knew how to treat his woman with dignity and grace without coddling her.
Now seated across from him with a hand beneath her chin she stared at him, amused and enamored. The smile she wore was genuine, caring, adoring. "You've been paying attention," she mused aloud while reaching for the bottle of wine, carefully pouring herself a generous glass before doing the same for him. "You've bought my favorite flowers, made a wonderful meal, chosen excellent wine. Baron, this is perfect."
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Post by Abra on Jun 10, 2020 14:00:04 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves If he was listening closely he might be able to hear the exasperation as she rolled her eyes. Abra took the book he handed over and immediately tossed it to the floor, uninterested in its content. She straightened up in her seat to lean across the space between them when he looked at her. She perched dangerously close to him, her hands on his thigh to balance herself as she pouted playfully.
"Let's go to the movies," she proposed. "Or go get dinner together, something normal couples do." Abra was certain he would not agree. Baron has proven to be quite stubborn, more so than the men in his employment, who were considerably easier to dupe, or sneak away from. Baron was a different game of chess. "We could even go do paperwork! Anything is better then being stuck in here for another minute -" with you she wanted to add but thought better of it.
In truth Abra was just tired of being stuck inside. She was a wild card, a joker in a deck of cards, and being contained in the same four walls drove her crazy. She needed to be outside, breathing in the cold night air, doing something, not sitting around waiting to die.
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Post by Abra on Jun 10, 2020 10:52:47 GMT
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Post by Abra on Jun 10, 2020 9:36:04 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves
It wasn't only the lose of their child that was breaking her heart. There was so much more weighing heavy on her mind and if the truth was to be told... she was afraid--afraid that she would not survive this turmoil without him, that she wouldn't survive as the woman she had been before Baron, before their love, before their future. She had never needed to be coddled, nor comforted, not saved. Abra had never needed someone as desperately as she needed Baron in these private moments. He was the rock weathering the storm.
And it wounded her to admit it, to break so violently in front of him. Beneath the heartbreak there was fear at not knowing what the future would entail now. So many questions were without answers. Would he stay now that there was no tether between them? Could he love a woman that was broken? Would there be the opportunity for another child? Baron had been without fault in their relationship, loyal, kind, generous, caring. In spite of their strained relations, the difference between them, he had been faithful, not once spurned her. But the fear was tangible, mixing with her sorrowing and pulling her beneath the surface of sanity.
Abra knew that she was not an easy woman to love, knew that being with her tested his patience, She was violent, and jealous, raised to fight for what was perceived to be hers. She did not always care for the differences in their upbringings or their cultures, often acted in ways that were not befitting. Abra has wondered more than once why he stayed when others had not, what made him so different that he would love he in spite of her flaws. His words did nothing to sooth her fears or quiet her tears, only heightened them.
And still there was more to be concerned about. There would need to be visits to the doctors to address the miscarriage and the aftermath of it, the emotional and physical scars that would be left behind. She could not do it alone. Her fingers tightened around his shirt, knuckles aching from the pressure, as she tried desperate to will herself to be calm. It did not work. She only held him as the tears continued to fall. What could she do? What could she say? There was nothing.
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Post by Abra on May 19, 2019 13:20:41 GMT
- Abrah Kom Azgeda - I have no time for small talk so ask your questions and get out.
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Post by Abra on May 18, 2019 5:25:13 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves “Don't be ridiculous.” Her words had come out softly and sternly as blue eyes peered up at him. Abra held onto him slightly tighter while being mindful of his injuries and being careful to not cause him more pain. She hated that he felt the need to apologies. “You don't need to.” None of this had been his fault even if this wasn't how she'd imagined the evening would go. Abra had envisioned a lovely candle-lit dinner followed by desert and the possibility of love-making and canoodling.
Finding her boyfriend beaten half to death in an alleyway had been the furthest thought from her mind but she was grateful for having found him before it got worse. “I'm not angry that you missed dinner-” and it was true, she wasn't. “-I'm just glad that you are alright.” It was a poor choice of words given the state of him. But he was alive. And that was more than could be said for the people that had done this to him. Abra would be relentless in hunting them down.
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Post by Abra on Dec 13, 2018 11:59:29 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves
Abra shifted suddenly, without warning; she tossed a leg over him so that she was straddling him, seated in his lap. And then she cupped his cheeks in her palms, to keep his eyes locked with her. "You are a good leader, Baron." She repeated, her voice soft, full of adoration for the man and her forehead resting against his. He had come to mean so much to her in only a short time and she wanted desperately to reassure him.
His words left her heart elated with emotion; her felt stronger with her at his side. She felt the same for him. He had given her what no one had given her before -- someone to stand by, to grow with, to see a future with. Her world was slowly starting to revolve around him and his happiness. "The clans, they listen to you because you are building them a better tomorrow. The kind of tomorrow your father wanted, the kind he would be proud of." Her lips touched his, a gentle, reassuring kiss to chase his demons away.
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Post by Abra on Dec 9, 2018 15:14:18 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves
There was a legitimate anger as she read his messages once, then twice, then trice. It wasn't playful banter, wasn't flirtatious teasing, his words were stern, to the point, issuing orders that enticed white-hot anger to course through her veins like liquid lava. Family, he said. Couldn't have anything happen to her, he explained. Abra had never considered herself abusive to her partners but if he had been in font of her right then and there, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't have hit him out of anger.
The seconds dragged into minutes as she typed out and answer, deleted it, and typed it out again. There weren't words to describe her emotions right now. 'I am not promising you anything. And you don't tell me what to do.' She sent... and then waited... but she wasn't finished yet, she still ad more to say. 'Do what you want, Baron. Go play house with your little hussy, I don't care.' With that she threw her phone down, intent on not replying again.
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Post by Abra on Nov 25, 2018 17:28:26 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves His leaning in to speak near her ear enticed a soft scoffing laugh from her lips. It was almost disappointing that he didn't accept the challenge. It would have been all too adrenaline for their lips to meet again, to spend the night in his company again, this time in a far more enjoyable way. Abra released his belt when he tugged on her wrist, but did not allow him to keep her wrist shackled by his fingers.
Her hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer against her as she rested her head on his shoulder in an all too comfortable and intimate gesture. Her breath washed over the his neck as she breathed while she started to sway her hips to the music, resuming their dance. To anyone watching there was no tension between them. Abra was comfortable with the man, holding him like a lover, draped on him like she wanted to make love there on the dance floor. And in many ways she was, and did. Abra had unfinished business with him, business of varying natures.
His taunt, or perhaps it was a threat, of unwanted attention made her smile though she did not reply. Abra was not worried about that. She would be out of the country in only a few days and she doubted the paparazzi would travel to the States to find her. Instead she sighed when he asked who she was there for: as if she would tell him just because he had asked. "It doesn't matter." She didn't lift her head, didn't open her eyes.
One of her hands left his neck, sliding down to his chest, touching him just because she could, and because it was likely to get a response from him. "He will be dead before an ambulance can get to him." The even they were at was public, with too many people, making it difficult to get the target alone. So poison had been the solution. He would have ingested it by now. There was nothing to be done. "Let us just enjoy this moment while it lasts... before I have to kiss you goodbye." And she very much intended to when the night was done.
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Post by Abra on Nov 25, 2018 16:54:47 GMT
Would you like to do a thread with Abra? Let me know here or in a PM!
I don't have a preference, so am open to all ideas; AU, canon, ships, etc. I'm also open to slow burn threads, mature threads, and multiple thread story lines. If there is an idea you would like to explore with this muse, I am happy to help out!
Abra in the canon verse is an unmarked Azgeda spy and warrior.
Abra in the modern au verse is an internationally known serial killer.
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Post by Abra on Nov 25, 2018 16:20:06 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves The atmosphere was glacial, and it wasn't caused by the frigid temperature. Two of the three in the room presented themselves with a cold demeanor. There was a dangerous gleam in the unmarked one's eyes, a sick satisfaction in her expression as she watched the Queen confront the daughter of the betrayer. What was done in the dark had finally been brought to the light.
It had been reported that this girl's mother was in cahoots with Trikru, and so Abra had been dispatched to confirm the rumors, which she had done so. And now the consequences had to be faced. Abra watched with silent glee as Queen Nia circled the girl, like a predator circled it's prey, not moving when where she stood at the side of the room. She couldn't wait to see the girl take her last breath.
Abra looked at the royal when Nia asked her to reveal what was known about the girls mother. With her chin slightly raised she sneered at the trembling girl. "Your mother was found in the company of a Trikru man, naked, in his bed. She had been seeing him in secret for days." She explained in a disgusted tone. Any dealings with Trikru were treated as a betrayal by the blonde and she showed no mercy. "And you knew she was seeing him, and you said nothing."
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Post by Abra on Nov 25, 2018 14:36:21 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Abra laughed softly when he shifted their positions, so that she was on her back staring up at him with a loving stare and he was hovering over her like a perfect painting. His touch was amazing, the smell of him intoxicating, but his words were... troublesome. The smile faded from her lips, only for a moment, before she was able to smooth her expression back into that same playful one she had worn minutes before. She popped herself up on an elbow, her hand moving to the back of his head, fingers weaving through his dark locks.
She kissed his neck, then his chin, and then his mouth. Abra was slow and deliberate, affectionate and passionate, trying to distract his thoughts. His words might have been said in a tease but she didn't think it was something he truthfully wanted to know. Abra knew that she didn't want to know what he had done with past partners; her jealous wouldn't be able to handle it. "Let's see," she mused aloud, her lips brushing his as she spoke, teasing him.
"I've never dated a mafia boss before... never snuck around with someone i was meant to have killed... never liked the taste of someone as much as I like the taste of you..." Her words were interrupted by a kiss, harder, deeper, more intimate. Her tongue touched his, her thighs on his hips.
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Post by Abra on Nov 25, 2018 11:49:32 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves The woman had left him an invitation and a note with only two words scrawled on it in neat cursive: find me.
Abra had been at there for a short while now, sitting alone at the bar and enjoying one too many glasses of wine when a young man that was certainly not Baron had boldly approached. He had offered her kinds words and a compliment, and she had been bored enough to indulge him for a moment or two. The man bought her a drink and she offered a coy smile, and then he had swept her away to the dance floor but he wanted more then a smile and a dance.
Baron had nothing to fear though. His girlfriend would flirt, she would tease and elude to the possibility of more, that much was true, but this man could not compare to the man she already had. The stranger pressed closer to her, his hand poised possessively at the small of her back while he stroked a fingertip down her cheek, down her neck, trailing the touch toward the valley of her cleavage. He though he was charming and suave but she read him like an open book.
He was conceited, with a sense of entitlement and he had no intentions of taking no for an answer. Still Abra lingered close to him, her hips swaying softly to the beat of the music, her palm pressed firmly against his chest as she looked down to avoid the way he attempted to capture her mouth in a kiss. While it was amusing to watch this man struggle to win her approval, she had no intention of betraying her beloved not this night or any other.
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Post by Abra on Nov 21, 2018 16:07:18 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Abra loved how he didn't relinquish control even when she attempted to trap him against his own desk. She liked that about him; how he was willing to fight for dominance, how he wasn't afraid to take charge. Her nails dug into his shoulders when he lifted her onto the desk, clutching to him like a lifeline when his mouth found her neck and electricity shot through her. This time she didn't try to fight the moan that was wrenched from her, the way her body responded to touches, how she wanted and needed more.With his hips nestled between her thighs, one of her hands went to the back of his head, fingers weaving in his darkened locks, pulling him with her as she laid back on the desk. Something hit the ground, pens, paperwork, it didn't matter. All that mattered in the moment was how incredible it felt having him pressed up against her, hovering over her like some falling shadow, his mouth leaving kisses against her throat, her hips rolling against his."Why not..." Those were the only words she managed to get out between the kisses, and touches,and heavy breaths. It was his office, his building; what was stopping them? Nothing. Her unwillingness to stop was evident in how she was shoving the jacket from his shoulders, how her thighs were squeezing his hips, how she vocalised the pleasure of his touches and kisses, how she continued to encourage his wanton behaviour. |
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Post by Abra on Nov 21, 2018 12:53:21 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves How had a perfect relationship of not enemies but also not friends, grown into something more complicated, with feelings and emotions involved. A better question was when had it happened. Abra couldn't remember the day she had stopped looking at the man with contempt and annoyance, and started to look at him with happiness and desire. Had he always been so handsome; his eyes so thoughtful, his lips so tempting? Had he always been able to entice a smile to her own lips so easily?
Abra found herself acting like a teenager again. She would steel glances at him, stare for longer then was necessary, would be standoffish when someone suggested there was something more between them. It was like she was sixteen again; shy, innocent, her heart worn on her sleeve. But the fact of the matter was she wasn't a teenager anymore. She was a grown woman in tune with her emotions, a woman unafraid to be bold, unwilling to let words go unspoken.
With her shoulders squared and her chin raised slightly she stepped into the living room, finding the cause of her affliction sitting in the same spot on her couch he had frequented for days and weeks now. The threat, as far as she was concerned, was over. No one had tried to kill either of them for days; no one had been seen following them, for the moment they could relax, let their guards down. Abra plopped down on the couch beside him, her eyes locked on his, as a second passed.
And then... she was leaning toward him, her hand raising to his cheek to turn his face to hers. Abra didn't allow him time to speak, not even time to speak, before her mouth found his. The kiss was soft and sweet, as though testing the waters, letting the rush of emotions flood her veins, her mind. She liked the taste of his lips, the warmth of his body as she pressed slightly against him. But like all good things it came to an end much too soon.
Hesitantly, reluctantly, she drew back to look at him. Her teeth tugged on her lower lip, almost like she was nervous, afraid of what he would think or say. Abra didn't speak but she had to wonder if that kiss was enough to convey her feelings for him. Did he know that she liked him? Should she kiss him again to make sure?
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